Color Block Jam Level 445 Stories

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The Camera

by snath on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

In the mid-nineties, on a foggy winter morning I along with my wife arrived at Amritsar. We wanted to visit the Golden Temple and Wagah border gate closing ceremony. I was working in Indian Air Force and was moving on transfer from my place of posting at Srinagar. Before joining in my next place of posting at Air Force station, Bagdogra, we had decided to vi...

The Wolves Ch. 002

by Exigaet on Dec 3, 2019
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Earth Gatineau Park Dungeon, Quebec August 12, 2019 08:04 EDT "Time dilation active..." "Initializing: Stage 1..." "Beginning scan of Jonathan Stevens..." Beams of light shot from everywhere, seemingly scanning me from from every angle. After a minute or so, the beams of light disappeared. A display of its findings appeared as a hologram in front of m...

Underworld Entanglement

by GTwilight313 on Apr 29, 2025

I brushed the hair out of Jam's face and looked down at her while looked up at me. The house was silent, except for our breathing the soft music from the radio and the low hum of the baby monitor on the nightstand. Oh.. and the soft rain beating up against the window pane. The only light in the room was the lamp on the nightstand. I leaned down to kiss her s...

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Building a Better Girlfriend

by DocGrok on Apr 22, 2025

Have you found yourself lonely for too long? Awkward conversations that were supposed to be a meet-cute, dating apps empty or non-responsive, clubs or nightlife not really your jam? Wishing for someone that gets you on your level? If any of these apply to you, read on. In the pages beyond we join our protagonist in a reality close to our own, wherein strange...

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The last Jam Session

by Pervyboy1 on Oct 12, 2010
Erotic Couplings

You exit your car after you parked it. Slowly, you get out and look to the building above you. It's a a simple 2-story building, but it looks nice enough. However, you shake it off and open your trunk, following by you pulling out your guitar. without a second to waste, he enter the building with your guitar. There is a flight of stairs in front of you, whic...

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A Place Called Heavynne's Ch. 01

by Shandee on May 9, 2018
Fetish

My name is Shandee Sullivan. Well, it's actually Shawna D. Sullivan for most purposes, but I perform as Shandee. Let's get the stats out of the way up front. I'm 26 years old, 5'3" inches short, and weigh between 420 and 445 pounds. It fluctuates. I can't see it myself, but I've been told by a guy with a tape measure that I have a 66-inch ass. I know I wear...

For Christopher

by cohereted on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

A/N: Thank you all for the constructive criticism and the encouragement on my first piece! Keep it coming. ***** I walk into the hotel lobby, knitting my fingers together. I try to remember everything he has instructed me to do. I look down at my manicured hands and start checking off things in my head. I shaved this morning, my hair was combed, I was wear...

Cartoon Damsels in distress

by Razgriz3 on Mar 30, 2018
BDSM

The general idea here is to to imagine a world where you can kidnap any girl from any cartoon/anime and do whatever you want to her. ideas for damsels include... Daphne Blake and Velma Dinkley from Scooby Doo.. Kim Possible and the Middleton High Cheerleaders Ava Aayla aka White Tiger, Mary Jane Watson, Gwen Stacey and Felicia Hardy from Ultimate Spiderman H...

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The Giantess Race

on Apr 22, 2025

In an alternate dimensions, far away from human reach, was told to be a place when giant women were born to never die. Known simply as The Giantesses, they formed a cohesive and functional society, without the need of males. However, reproduction was extremely slow. A Giantess could only produce a newborn baby every million years. But as they have existed fo...

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Sandra's Education

by daimon on Apr 29, 2025

Introduction: Sandra’s last breakfast at home When Sandra entered her parents’ kitchen that morning, she was her usual self, grumpy mono- or rather nonsyllabic. Her mother looked up from her half-empty bowl of cereal. She was used to this dark cloud that haunted her house, still haunted her house. Her nineteen-year-old daughter. Dropped out of any school the...

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